chocolate

What the hell, chocolate melts at body temperature. And that, dear readers, is interesting in its possibilities. Put chocolate on your pulse points as a perfume. Put chocolate on parts of the body to lick off. Nope, too hard on the sheets. Why not a chocolate liqueur perfume? Not everyone likes chocolate, which is interesting, I do not consider it a part of the basic food groups, but it sure is nice when I want it. I would rather not do without onions, tomatoes and garlic, but they are not chocolate. Of course, there are so many tidbits, dweeby facts, about chocolate. The Aztecs drank it as a sacred drink, and over 30 cups a day would boost anyone's attenuated enhanced caffiene level, which may explain their penchant for ripping hearts out in sacrifice, too much chocolate. I find it interesting too, that the Catholic countries of Spain adopted this drink from the Americas, whereas the Protestant group, those dour Lutherans, the tight Anglicans, went for caffeine. Islam prohibited Caffeine for a time until the Sultan "got it" that the most productive folks drank coffee. So the Spaniards weren't productive? And the Swiss, with their regimented society, the clocks, the lack of women's rights, just might keep everyone in place with chocolate. Or the French with large soup bowls of chocolate for breakfast with croissants. For such a overtly formal society, I find it interesting that they feed kids bowls of chocolate for breakfast with a roll that representa Vienna crushing the Ottomans. I find it quite interesting, that an old bunny, made about October in a mold, wrapped in foil, is sold as an Easter spring confection. I eat the ears first and work down from there. I have a kilo of chcocolate beans from a producer to show my students. They think I am showing them Hershey bits, until they eat them and find, as the bits melt on their body temperature tongue, that it is bitter. Chocolate is love, so the candy czars say, and so, is love bitter? Is Valentine's a ruse, a bitter future balanced with lots of sugar and knee-jerk "I don't know what else to buy so so here is chocolate?" Who is driving who? chocolate nibs were sold once, and we bought them as mulch for the yard, wafting a Hershey smell over the blueberries. But it got wet, and stank, and revelaed it's swampy nature, much like love may when hidden in the dark to turn into a moldy mess when not appreciated. Chocolate is the new neutral to wear, it is overcoming black with its dark softness, it goes with bright colors and still breathes sophistication. The new chocolatiers are messing with chocolate, fancy-dancy bars mixed with lavender, sea salt, curry, chilies, all to mix up our enhanced palletes. Maybe someday the foil old chocolate Easter bunney would be a mix of chocolate and say, coconut. Heresy. Candies for holidays should be made a year ago, when you did not even know the man or woman, wait on the shelf until that holiday approaches and then are selected to show spontaneous love. I would rather have a basket of chilies and garlic and cook for the man. I won't turn down chocolate, I eat it all. But, bring me the herbs, the spices, and I may, with a mortar, grind them with chocolate to make a mole, the crowning glory of Aztec culture mixed with the Spanish Arabs, the sauce with nuance, spice, and chocolate to cook with. That is love, a mix, a blend, personalized, not old foil wrapped candy. Bring it on, let's get blending and grinding, and cooking.